#so humans talk about the objective hardness of the vulcan heart. but in the vulcan heart there's space for so many people

[2063april5]

S2 EP18 "The immunity syndrome"

McCoy: Spock, how can you be so sure the Intrepid was destroyed

Spock: I sensed it die.

McCoy: but I thought you had to be in physical contact with a subject before-

Spock: doctor, even I, a half vulcan, could hear the death scream of 400 vulcan minds crying out over the distance between us.

McCoy: not even a vulcan could feel a starship die.

Spock: call it a deep understanding of the way things happen to vulcans, but I know that not a person, not even the computers on board the Intrepid, knew what was killing them, or would have understood it had they known.

McCoy: but 400 vulcans...

Spock: I've noticed that about your people, doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the vulcan heart... yet how little room there seems to be in yours.

[wr173r-8l0ck]

What if My Hero Academia Characters were in the Riordanverse pt. 1: Students

Yeah, yeah, this is just MHA students for now, I’ll have other characters soon, okay! Anyway, here’s MHA students of 1A and 1B (including Shinso) as demigods in the Riordanverse!

Yuga Aoyama: Son of Aphrodite. Not even a good one, unless you need someone blinded by his glitter-gun. Oh yeah, he has a glitter gun with lasers for maximum flare. Is he completely over-the-top? Absolutely. But is he good in a fight? Surprisingly, yes, kind of very, turns out glitter confuses monsters very well.

Mina Ashido: Daughter of Hermes and legacy of Hecate, capable of inhuman movements and can produce a slime that magically dissolves anything. She also tattooed her eyes black and yellow for some weird masochistic reason that no one, including herself, doesn’t understand. She’s still neat though.

Tsuyu Asui: She’s a frog-turned-human by Ochako. She still has her tongue, leaps, hops, camouflage, a reversible stomach and poison that can kill a group of whales. And he can still inflate her throat like a balloon, which makes for good scares. Very good scares…

Tenya Iida: Son of Mercury, he never skips leg day. Never. Seriously, have you seen those legs? He could crush a car with those puppies! Or crush monster heads with those thunder thighs! Which he actually does quite often. He doesn’t skimp out on upper body exercises either, but LOOK AT THOSE LEGS OF THUNDER!

Ochako Uraraka: Daughter of Hecate, she specializes in a set of spells that manipulate an individual object’s or being’s gravitational pull. It’s gotten to the point where she makes anything she touches with five fingers on one hand, it will float, no matter what, which is why she wears gloves all the time. She likes floating whoever she finds particularly annoying way up into the sky.

Mashirao Ojiro: Son of Mars, he’s an expert martial artist and very, very good at multiple of them. He’s lost multiple sparring partners because of his profinity with a number of weapons, and his lethality without any weapons. Seriously, he once defeated a Drakon with his bare hands! And another dead drakon’s teeth!

Denki Kaminari: Legacy of Zeus and Apollo, each by about 50 generations. About as bright as his godly ancestors (not very), but he still makes one Hel of a lightning bolt, and he’s also pretty good with a guitar and lyre. And classical literature and culture, like Apollo’s Kettle, who taught him all that?!

Eijiro Kirishima: Son/creation of Vulcan, his blood and skin are pure liquid gold, bronze and diamond he can infinitely harden for a period of time. It also obtains unnaturally sharp edges, and given his tendency to go hard when excited, he has made his friends frequent the infirmary for cuts and broken ribs.

Koji Koda: Son of Actaedon, he can talk with wildlife. He’s also a Legacy of Heracles, hence his size. His hugs are nice, war and gentle. Unless you’re an enemy, his bear hugs can break spines and it’s fucking terrifying.

Rikido Sato: Son of Mars, this guy has a serious sweet tooth. He’s also surprisingly gentle for a guy that can decimate an opponent with a single hit. Oh yeah, he can one-shot a hellhound with one punch (que the epic op) to the head.

Mezo Shoji: Son of Ares, he’s surprisingly level-headed. And malicious. Seriously, this guy always has at least ten different weapons on him, on top of him knowing a variety of potentially lethal moves. His arms are known as the Anacondas for a reason. Well, he lost his two precious anacondas in battle, but now he has six bronze automaton anacondas, fuly articulated and loaded up with all kinds of weapons for maximum effectiveness in battle! Actually fuck that, he’s way more terrifying now, who let him get all that stuff?!

Kyoka Jiro: Daughter of Apollo, she’s a top-tier musician, singer and is moderate with a bow and arrow. She can whistle in the ultrasonic range, clap like thunder, sing and play like either a sweet little bird or a whole-ass heavy metal choir without ruining her vocal cords, and she gives the opposite amount of fucks that Zeus does (ie. zero).

Hanta Sero: Son of Hermes, he inherited a pair of magical tape dispensers that can dispense any tape in any amount of any properties he chooses. He uses them to swing around like Spider-Man, which made him a regular visitor of the infirmary until Momo made him a special harness to keep his joints from dislocating. Somehow, he still gets his shoulders dislocated.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Son of Erebos, he suffers from split-personality disorder, but it’s fixed nicely by his inner demon incarnate made of pure darkness he calls Dark Shadow. They have a strangely healthy and wholesome relationship for a boy and his literal inner demon, and they even help each other (or embarass, take your pick) in social interactions.

Shoto Todoroki: A Legacy, descendant of Hel and Surtr, capable of making ice that freezes fire, and fire that burns ice. He gives so little shit he’s actually oblivious to social cues, which makes for more than a few funny moments on quests with him.

Toru Hagakure: Legacy of Iris, she can manipulate light around her to turn invisible or project bright flashes. Campers often say hi to her even if she’s not there just in case.

Katsuki Bakugou: Son of Ares, with rage and instincts of combat so strong and powerful he can convert his sheer rage and passion into explosions in the palms of his hands. He generated more than one explosion with the explosive yield of a nuclear weapon in his life. How he hasn’t gone deaf yet is beyond most people, though he does still know a variety of sign languages in case he does go deaf.

Izuku Midoriya: Son of Athena that was gifted the Spartan Spirit, a powerful enchantment formed by Kratos, Nike, Bia and Zelus, to protect humanity in its greatest times of need, and bestowed upon the most well-meaning and kind-hearted individuals of an era. He ends up breaking his bones an absolute shitton, and is a regular at the infirmary. The healers and smiths absolutely loathe him by now.

Minoru Mineta: Died on a quest. His quest-mates say ‘by accident’. Everyone knows it was very deliberate, but then again, everyone hated him and is fine with him dead. Some people wanted to be the ones to kill him though.

Momo Yaoyorozu: A Legacy, granddaughter of Hephaestus and Athena, capable of making virtually any machine. She’s also very fidgety, and once made an entire army of fully autonomous grass soldiers that went on to terrorize the other campers for a bit. In thirty minutes.

Yosetsu Awase: Son of Hephaestus, he also likes to make stuff. Though mostly he combines already existing tools, gadgets and machines, and makes weird amalgamations. He once fused an automaton bull, an automaton dragon and a school bus, and it actually, somehow, despite all logic and reason, fucking works.

Sen Kaibara: Son of Ares, he’s pretty chill compared to his kin (especially Katsuki and Setsuna), mainly due to him bottling up his anger. Which he can unleash as tornadoes around his limbs, which he can use to drill through walls. Thank gods he doesn’t lose it too often.

Togaru Kamakiri: Son of Ceres, he likes farming tools. Especially ones with blades. That’s lead to him using all kinds of sickles, scythes (both farming tools and war scythes) in combat, and even axes, shovels, various lawn mowers...

Shihai Kuroiro: Son of Nyx, him and Tokoyami get along exceptionally well. Given his ability to shadow-travel and use shadows and darkness as materials to make some pretty nifty weapons only he can use, he’s strangely bright and like a Sun. At least among the two stepbrothers of darkness, and the bar for eing the sunny one is set very low.

Itsuka Kendo: Daughter of Athena, she excels in critical thinking and a variety of martial arts. And knocking out her piers with precise attacks when they start to get exceptionally annoying. Mostly Monoma. Scratch that, especially Monoma. Okay, nevermind, only Monoma.

Yui Kodai: Daughter of Trivia. She excels in potions and spells that manipulate the size of objects, so much so that she has to resort to gloves because she now naturally makes things smaller with her left hand, or bigger with her right hand. She’s the calm one of the 20 people here.

Kinoko Komori: Daughter of Demeter, she has a soft spot for fungi and mushrooms. Which she can make grow rapidly. Very rapidly. She’s fun at parties.

Ibara Shiozaki: Daughter of Demeter, she dyes her hair green with actual chlorophyll for some reason (“To feel one with the beautiful plants,” she says), but she can also grow and manipulate vines and other vine-like plants, along with trees, quite effectively, and she has some rose and poison oak (she’s immune to it) seeds in her hair. Don’t ask, her answers are just as ridiculous as the chlorophyll-dyed hair.

Jurota Shishida: Son of Mars, he’s been cursed by most likely Hera to be a humanoid boar/dog thing. He’s especially good at wrestling, and is very diplomatic in his approach. Until he gets pissed, then he charges like a boar and yes, he keeps those tusks of his sharp.

Niregeki Shoda: Legacy of Hermes, son of Hephaestus, he likes to make explosives and plant them everywhere. More than a few campers were scared. Except Katsuki, who tried to outdo the ground (Niregeki’s mine) in explosive yield and put skylight access in the roof of Bunker 9. Niregeki had to repair it.

Pony Tsunotori: Legacy of Poseidon, she can shapeshift. She likes to shapeshift into horses, bulls, deer and goats (including mooses and buffalo), and she has a nifty gadget from the Hephaestus and Vulcan campers in the shape of horns that transform with her, giving her detachable remote-control horns. 

Kosei Tsuburaba: Legacy of Jupiter, son of Ares, he’s competitive and can make walls and blades out of air. Especially annoying for monsters because they can’t get to him, period, and every time they try, they don’t get past his walls of air for a whole minute before someone either cuts/hacks/slices them to bits, freezes/burns them alive, blows them up with their fists/explosives/expanding stones they previously ingested or some other way of disposing of a monster.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: Son of Vulcan, capable of turning to pure steel over his entire body, also increasing his strength. Because of this, and his tendency to go hard whenever he’s excited, he’s made his friends frequent the infirmary for bruises and broken ribs. Except Kirishima.

Setsuna Tokage: Daughter of Ares, she’s actually been hurt pretty badly in one of her fights (she went on a Quest with Katsuki, and no, it wasn’t him who hurt her, and yes, no one really believes that story either) and had to have automaton grafts to replace her limbs, a part of her lower jaw, her eyes and the muscles around her spine, along with parts of the vertebrae. Which she asked to be detachable and splittable in as many pieces as possible, which she can control telepathically and uses to troll other campers. A lot. Especially two certain sons of Vulcan and her half-siblings.

Manga Fukidashi: No one knows what he is, they just know his head is a speech bubble and he can make anything he writes real.

Juzo Honenuki: Legacy of Gaia, he can virtually liquify the ground (does not work on metal or wooden floors). He trolls a lot with this ability. And I do mean a lot.

Kojiro Bondo: A golem? A person? His head makes it hard to tell whether he’s a demigod or a monster to be honest. And his glue-like spit doesn’t help much either.

Neito Monoma: Legacy of, you guessed it, Zeus! He has a superiority complex because of this, and he frequents the infirmary on the basis of Itsuka or whoever he was annoying KOing him constantly. All that brain damage probably isn’t helping his mental issues…

Reiko Yanagi: Daughter of Hecate she can make things she touches float and fly around using some sort of incantation. The biggest she can do is double her own body weight, but that doesn’t stop her from delivering high-speed flying punches and scaring other campers.

Hiryu Rin: Son of Mars and Legacy of Poseidon, he can shapeshift into various animals. Most notably a mix of human, hedgehog and a lizard. Sharp, painful and deadly precise. And also meditating. And a lot of it.

[ddaengyoonmin]

Chapter 2

Genre: DystopianFuture!au; Prison!au; historical and mythological characters; based on the Fate/ anime series. Fluff, Angst, Smut (it’s gonna be real smutty in some chapters 😳) Action and fighting will be a definite theme.

Pairing: poly!Ot7 X Reader

A/N: there will be some three(maybe even more)some smut in future chapter

Warnings: Mentions of killing and murder; swearing; mentions of abusive behavior, (SMUT!! Mature content) Handjob, Talk of male masturbation and being turned on.

Word Count: 5.3k+

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You sat on the olive green couch that was placed in their living room.  There were many rips and stains, definitely not up to par with the luxury that you were used to in your former life.

Part of being summoned meant that you were instilled with the knowledge and history of what had happened since your death. And your purpose here in this game.  It was a lot to take in, it had been quite a long time from when you last walked the earth.

It was strange, you couldn’t quite remember how you’d died.  Everything about that was fuzzy, you remembered all of your previous life, everything was there except any details surrounding how you might have met your end.  You’d always thought you were immortal, I mean, you were a GODDESS .  What could possibly kill a god...except maybe another god.  That was a thought you couldn’t let linger in your mind, you didn’t think you had any enemies that would have hated you enough to try and kill you.

You saw the garage door that you had entered the house from swing open. It was your master! You had barely started getting up, a large smile glowing on your face upon seeing him, when he- without looking your way - stormed out the front door of the house.

The guilt you felt made your stomach sink.  You were telling the truth, you had no idea how to turn off this curse that was upon you.  In your former life, humans and gods alike found you irresistible, an aura surrounding you that made men and sometimes even women fall into a frenzy of want and lust.  It had gotten you into much trouble.

 You actually had been married to a man named Hephaestus or as the Romans called him Vulcan, he preferred to go by the latter. Where as you preferred your Greek name over Venus the one nicknamed to you by the Romans.

You never quite liked Vulcan the way he liked you.  He had also been captivated by you and the curse that drew men and gods to you.  You had many affairs and other lovers, none of them meant much to you.  Sometimes you just couldn’t help yourself, you had felt trapped in the marriage you were in, and you literally could get any man you wanted if you were feeling like escaping to somewhere else.

These seven men here you had just met seemed to be just as taken by the throes of the animalistic lustful curse.  You had feelings of hate towards yourself about it, you wished you could turn it off.  You knew what it would mean for them to win this war, and for you.  If the war was won your soul would get to finally get peace in death, if you lose you’d sit in oblivion waiting for your next turn to fight again.

Your master didn’t seem very happy with you.  As much as you could feel his need towards you, his heart and his eyes seemed to be cold when he had looked at you.  

He was such a beautiful man, and you wanted nothing more than to make him happy and obey, you wanted him and your team to win.  You wanted him to like you and approve of you.  He seemed disappointed that it was you who was summoned to him, your heart ached because of that.

One by one the men from the garage started to file in. Two went to their rooms and some went to the kitchen and started making food.  All of them but one avoiding eye contact with you and keeping away from you all together.

The vibes in the air were awkward to say the least.  

But, one of the men stood by the door, staring at you with a big grin, biting at a silver lip ring piercing his plush lower lip.  

You couldn’t help but roll your lip between your teeth as well.  He was so beautiful, with his jet black hair and gorgeous features, you could’ve easily mistaken any of these men for a god too if you didn’t know better.

He groaned softly tipping his head slightly back as he watched you bite your lip back at him.

With all the restraint that he could muster he started walking towards you and sat on the couch next to you, but with as much distance as he could put between the two of you.

“I’m Jimin” he spoke with words spilling from his lips like a song.

“Nice to meet you Jimin” you returned

“Sorry for all of our behavior here, I hope you don’t feel unwelcome but it's going to be difficult for us to be around you.”

You nodded in understanding, disappointed but not surprised that they were reacting the way that they were.

“Will master at least talk to me?” you pouted

“Ah, Sorry but I have a feeling he’s going to be the most difficult to get along with out of all of us”

You frowned and stared down into your lap.

Jimin’s head spun around in all directions, like he was looking to see if any of the eyes in the house were on the two of you.

Upon seeing they weren’t he scooched a little closer to you.

“Hey, we aren’t supposed to do anything with you...touch you or…” he trailed off, his eyes scanning you hungrily up and down.  “I wouldn’t tell anyone though, if we did...if you wanted” he smirked

“JIMIN I HEARD THAT” a voice shouted from the kitchen angrily, followed by a tall brown haired man stomping your way.

“Shiiiiit” Jimin chuckled, “I gotta work on my whispering huh? This small fuckin’ house” he shook his head.

The tall man was now standing in front of the two of you, hands on his hips.  Your eyes level with the erection in his pants that still didn't seem to have gone down.

He saw you staring and blushed, quickly putting more distance between himself and you.  

“Jimin, we need help in the kitchen.” He grumbled. “I’m Namjoon by the way” he said towards you quietly as he left back to the kitchen.

“Ahh, looks like our time here is being cut short.  Don’t worry pretty lady, we will be seeing a lot of eachother” he stood up and sent a wink your way as he went to join the older man.

After the men were finished cooking, one by one they started to join you where you still sat in the living room.  Three of them sitting on the floor with their dinner plates and the one called Namjoon sitting in the chair next to the couch, placing his plate right on his boner hoping to hide it.  Making you feel quite strange for being all alone on the couch while they sat on the hard wooden floor.

“I-I can sit on the floor if you want the couch I don’t mind” you mumbled at them

A heavily tattooed boy with brown hair glanced at you quickly before returning his eyes to his plate.  

“Nah, that’s okay” he shook his head.

There was silence for a long time while they ate.

“Um...hyung where is she gonna sleep” Jimin suddenly gasped out.  “We can’t make her sleep on the couch.”

The heads on the ground suddenly shot up and stared wide eyed at Namjoon then to you.

“Oh…” he murmured

At that moment Yoongi walked in through the front door.  He glanced your way for a moment and then to the rest of the group, “I’m going to bed” he said shortly starting to walk towards his room.

“What about her? Where's she sleeping?” Namjoon yelled to him.

Yoongi groaned and turned around rolling his eyes, “I don’t care. The couch? You figure it out Namjoon.” He snapped

His words hurt you, making you feel worse than you already did.  He was your master, but you could tell he wished he wasn’t.  Your curse made everyone love you but hate you for making them love you, and that's why you thought of it as a curse.  Your husband hated you for it, all the men you had been with before either after having sex had acused you of being a witch and putting a spell on them forcing them to want you.  Or they would just want to claim you, and you’d become an object of their obsession. While it was true that it was some sort of spell, it’s not like you wanted it to be that way.  You wished they could have just loved you for you.  

Namjoon sighed as Yoongi stomped away.  

“I hate to ask you to sleep on the couch, it's a shit couch.  But I don’t really see any other option.  I don’t think we trust ourselves to sleep in the same room that close to you” he decided

“Its okay.  I’m fine here.  Whatever makes you happy I obey” you softly spoke staring down at your hands in your lap.

One of the men who hadn’t introduced himself yet, let out a small groan.  “I like the way that sounds” the blonde man spoke.

“Jin!” The brown haired man scolded and punched him in the shoulder.

“Sorry Taehyung I can’t help it! She’s so perfect.” he grumbled

After some talking amongst themselves basically ignoring you now, only talking about you as if you weren’t right there, they all went off to bed. Leaving you alone on the couch.  You really didn’t mind. But part of you wanted to go find your master and curl up next to him, you felt yourself drawn to him.  Despite his grumpy attitude he really seemed like a good guy, you wanted him to accept you.  

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The next day they all gathered together in the living room.  You had woken up to them talking strategy about the war.  

“Morning gorgeous” a friendly voice rang out when you opened your eyes.

This black haired boy was one that had gone to bed early last night, so you had figured he was going to be one to avoid you, the friendliness was unexpected.

“Morning” a small smile on your lips as you sat up.

The man was sitting on the floor leaning his back on the couch where you had been sleeping.

He had his head turned around and his eyes were full of lust looking you over.

“I’m Hoseok by the way, you can call me Hobi if you want” he winked

All the other men were glaring at him.  You sighed.  You could tell that your presence was straining on their friendship, and that made you feel guilty.

“Don’t worry we’re gonna try and be on our best behavior” Jimin spoke while looking over each of the other boys with a mischievous look “I’m pretty sure all of us rubbed one out at least once this morning to try and get ourselves under control” He chuckled.

Jin nodded proudly, unashamed to admit that Jimin was right.

“I know for sure Jungkook did too, he can’t seem to be quiet when he does” Jin laughed loudly.  

Jungkook who was sitting on the floor across the room from you gasped “HYUNG!” he looked embarrassed “Don’t say that in front of her”

“It’s fine” you assured “You guys shouldn’t feel embarrassed about stuff like this, I know the effect that I have. I’m sorry.  But the least I can do is be understanding of how you feel.  If you do want to-” you started

Namjoon cut you off “Don't.” he shook his head quickly “If you’re about to offer yourself to us, dont.  We agreed that we wouldn’t and you telling us its okay to would be way too hard to resist.  It’d be easier if we just tried to ignore it.”

You shrugged. “Oh.”

“Anyways” Namjoon continued, clearing his throat and adjusting himself in his pants.  Your words had obviously already had an effect on him.  He couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to resist taking you for his own if you had offered it to him. “We were talking strategy for the game”

You looked around the circle of the six men, one was missing.  The one that should’ve been there more than any of them.

“Where’s master?” you sweetly questioned before Namjoon spoke again.

Jimin was the one to answer, “he’s out working on the car.” was all he said.

“Anyways!” Namjoon repeated, starting to get annoyed.  Maybe part of his annoyance coming from the way that you referred to Yoongi as master.  He knew that was what he was to you, but there was a part of him that was jealous of that.

“We were saying that since the war starts in about six days it’d be best if we figured out how we were going to win this thing.  We’d like to use your power to try and distract the other team.  Do you have any weapons that we should know about that you can use?” He directed his gaze at you.

You shook your head “No weapons but I do have some spells, and in this world I have incredible strength and hand to hand combat skills as well, I’m pretty acrobatic and my fighting style is close to Aikido mixed with Jiu Jistsu. I can also levitate when I need to.”

Hoseok turned his head to you again “Damn girl.” raised his eyebrows surprised.

They all nodded in agreement with Hoseok’s statement of awe.  

“Okay so what kind of spells? And most importantly what’s your noble phantasm?” Taehyung questioned

You awkwardly adjusted yourself so that you could try and face all of them.  “Well. For spells, They are mostly hypnotizing spells, I can make people see what I want them to see, confuse and disorient them, not really anything in the way of attacking but I could for example make someone think that their own teammate is me or one of you so they attack them.”

Jin’s eyes widened “Thats fucked up.” he gasped

“But useful” Namjoon added

“And your noble phantasm?” Taehyung asked again

“I-I’m kind of embarrassed of it” you shyly whispered. “It’s not a weapon or anything like the other servants will probably have. It goes in line with the effect you are all already feeling.  It basically is what is happening to you already, but one that I can control that's like 100 times stronger.  It would basically immobilize anyone with the feelings of lust that overcome them” you admit

Jimin started to roar with laughter “So they’d just freeze and jizz their pants” he continued to laugh holding his stomach and rolling on the ground.

“I told you it was kind of embarrassing” you mumbled and pouting at his making fun of you.

“Ah don’t be embarrassed goddess.” Hoseok soothed “It could be really useful.”

“Though I can’t imagine anyone being more taken by you than we already are” Jimin added in.

They all seemed to be warming up to you, not as angry and more relaxed when they spoke to you, even though you could tell their feelings of lust hadn’t lessened.

You continued to talk strategy, deciding that it was best to try and scope out which of the other servants were men and work from there. The Archer class servant would probably pose a threat since he didn’t have to get up close to you, it would be easy for him to avoid being taken by your spell.  Assassin would probably be easiest they predicted, as they usually had to get up close for their fighting, as long as it was a man you had a good chance of using your powers to seduce him once he was in range.  

You didn't necessarily like the idea of using your literal powers of seduction on victims in this battle, but it was all you had to work with if you wanted to stay alive, and keep these men that you were growing quite fond of alive as well.

You heard the front door open and Yoongi stomped in loudly.

“Sup” Jimin yelled over to him.

Yoongi trailed his eyes over the group of men, eyes finally landing on you.

“Mn” he grunted, shooting dagger eyes your way while slightly biting his lip. Then turning his line of sight back to Jimin  “I’m going out. Need a part for the car”

“Hi Master” you tried sweetly to get his attention.

To your dismay he just ignored you and grabbed a jacket, leaving back through the door he had just come through slamming it on his way out.

“Ah, don’t mind him” Jimin shook his head at the door Yoongi had stormed out of, then glancing at you. “It’s not your fault, he was cranky even before you got here” he chuckled.

You still couldn’t help but feel so guilty for your failure to impress and please you master.  He couldn’t even stand to be around you.

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For the next couple days Yoongi still avoided you, but the rest of your team was more than welcoming and friendly.  They couldn’t seem to leave you alone, always asking you if you wanted to hangout with them, and feeding you fancy meals that you could tell they weren’t used to cooking just to impress you.  

The house was small and there wasn’t much to do, they’d sometimes play cards or board games to pass the time.  Occasionally you’d accidently brush a hand or even your body against one of the men while moving around the house.  They’d always gasp and recoil quickly stiffening up and getting awkward.  

Jimin had told you all of them had to keep pleasuring themselves more than usual just to be near you without breaking the rules Namjoon had put on them.  Once you’d even noticed that Jungkook had to run out of the room after you’d accidentally brushed your hand against his leg.  He was gone to the bathroom for a suspiciously long time before returning with his face red and flushed and a shy look on his face.  

The media and camera crews had started to flood into the prison, setting up for the war. Setting up for the grand bloodbath of a show.

You had to do a short interview with some of them and take some pictures so they could release your name, class, and powers to the public. They did your hair and makeup for you in a studio that you were brought to, and gave you an elegant red shimmering dress to wear. Your whole team accompanied you to the place where you were to be interviewed. Unfortunately some of the crew were men and Namjoon and Hoseok had to step in a few times, barking at the camera men to keep their distance from you as they fell under your spell.

As your master, Yoongi had to sit in on the interview as well, he kept his answers short and somehow managed to go the whole time without saying a single word to you. Rushing off as soon as it was over.

You weren’t allowed to see the other team’s interviews as none of you were allowed to get any details on the other servants and teams that you hadn’t found out on your own.

On your fourth night living with them, they had all gone to sleep and you were settling yourself down on the couch with the gray knitted blanket they had given you to use when you heard footsteps coming towards you.

“Hey” a whisper echoed in the dark.

You sat up to see Taehyung standing over you. “Hi?” you returned.

He kneeled down and got eye level with you. “I can’t sleep, can I sit with you for a bit?” though you couldn’t see him well, you could tell he had a cute smile on his face.

You nodded “Of course Taehyung”

You moved to the side letting him sit next to you.

He grinned and joined you on the couch.

“So tell me about you.  I know from stories and books, but did they get anything wrong?” he wondered.

You laughed lightly “Um.  I actually did have Namjoon go pick up a book on greek mythology yesterday so I could skim through it out of curiosity. Yeah they got some stuff wrong.”

“Like what!” Taehyung whispered, excitedly bouncing in his seat

“I never had any children.  Gods didn’t really give birth.  They just kind of… appeared.” you shrugged. “They said I had children...I found that very strange.”

Taehyung nodded, “Oh okay.  Anything else? I’m really just curious, you don’t have to”

“No its fine.  They did get a lot right.  I was married, am married? I don’t really know how that works...and I had many affairs that I’m not proud of.  My husband wasn’t a good god though.  Not to me at least.  He was always angry and jealous and wanted to keep me locked up and all to himself” you hissed out at your memories of Vulcan.

“No shit?” Taehyung gasped surprised “I’d read that you were but I was kinda hoping that part wasn’t true” He hung his head disappointed.  “Not that I’m judging or anything, I guess I’m just a little jealous” he laughed.

“I’d like to think that the ‘til death do us part’, section of marriage vows applies here, so maybe I can say I’m not married anymore” you giggled. Then grew serious “I never loved him” you turned your head to Taehyung meeting his eyes in the darkness.

“Have you ever loved anyone?” he asked returning your serious tone.

You shook your head. “No. Funny though huh? I’m the goddess of love but I’ve never loved.” you frowned, not actually finding it funny at all, “I just could never tell if they actually wanted me, or if the curse on me told them they had to want me.  How could I ever trust a love like that”

Taehyung looked at you with a pitying expression “That’s actually really sad.  I understand though.  I’d like to think I’d still be head over heels for ya if you didn’t have that spell on me” he winked your way with a smirk.

You just sighed in return and paused for a while. “But there really isn’t any way to know that is there?”

Taehyung stared at you for a while, an expression you couldn’t quite make out on his face through the darkness.

Then suddenly he moved close to you, so close you could feel his breath against your face.

“Shh.” he whispered, his hungry eyes staring at your lips. “If they find out I was here...that could be big trouble” he quietly spoke

You nodded.

Then taking you by surprise he was pressing his lips against your own, his hands trailing up and down your sides as he did.  He groaned softly into your mouth, his tongue flicking against your lips until you invited him in.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you were used to men throwing themselves at you like this, and you yourself loved to indulge your own lustful fantasies.  You can’t say you hadn’t thought about this before with each of them at different times, but you didn’t want to make them fight or cause jealousy between the group.  

Right now with Taehyung's tongue swirling with your own, and his hands cupping your breasts, you have to admit you wished this could’ve happened sooner.

“You’ve been such a tease” he whispered against you, pulling back from the kiss and lightly licking up the side of your neck.  Then grabbing your sides in a strong grip and positioning you so you were laying down on the couch and he could hover over you.

Your mind flashed back to your previous life.

Vulcan screaming at you in your room as he threw a vase so close to your head that it could’ve hit you.  Maybe he was aiming for you.  It had shattered against the wall behind you.  Tears in his eyes he yelled out “Why do you always have to be such a tease? You are MINE Aphrodite, MINE.  If I ever catch you with another man again.  I swear on all the gods on Mount Olympus I will make sure you can never sleep with anyone ever again.”

You winced at that memory, causing Taehyung to notice and pull back from the aggressive kisses he was placing all over your neck and shoulders.  

“Did I do something wrong?” he gasped out with a worried look.

“No.  It’s fine.  It’s not your fault” you muttered.  Its mine, its always mine.

Taehyung took that to mean that he could continue where he’d left off, now planting softer kisses on your collar bones.  He started to grind his hips into yours, you could feel his erection pressing against your core as he did.  With a small moan he took the straps of your dress and tugged them down off of your shoulders, exposing you to him.

“Oh fuck” he breathed out.  Eyes wide as he stared down at your breasts.  You could feel his cock twitch in his pants against you.  

He started to speed up his grinding against you as he lowered his head to bring one of your nipples into his mouth.  Flicking it quickly with his tongue then sucking and releasing it with a popping sound.

Your hands trailed down your to the hem of your dress and pulled it up slightly, so you were naked there too, as you hadn’t been wearing any panties.

Your fingers now started to unbutton the black jeans he had been wearing.

“Damn” Taehyung gasped, his eyes closed and his expression showing how much he was lost in the pleasure that was you.

You pulled out his long and thick cock, it was obvious how hard and needy it had been for you. You started to run your hand up and down his shaft, causing a series of moans a gasps to escape his now quivering lips.  His body jerked every so often when something you did with your hand was especially to his liking, and when you figured out one that really sent him into a state of bliss you kept up with it.  

He lowered his head to the crook of your neck, keeping his hips raised enough that you could continue to pleasure him.  

He turned and lightly nipped at your ear, “Fuck baby, you’re too good at this” he grunted out.

You sped up your pace of up and down, sometimes all the way, sometimes just focusing on the head of his now throbbing and rock hard cock.

“Just like that baby.  Don’t stop...its so…” he whined.  Starting to move his hips into your hand as you gripped him.  

You brought the hand that wasn’t on his cock to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair as he buried his face into your neck, sucking and leaving marks that you were sure were going to end up being a problem to hide.  You didn’t want to stop him though.  The way his face was formed in an expression of pure pleasure and need.  You loved it.  You craved making men feel this way.  Taehyung looked so incredible like this.  

“I-I’m g-gonna...fuck fuck fuck” he gasped out, his body starting to tense.  You sped up your pace even further as you could feel him approaching his high.

“Ohhhh shit” he groaned.  His hips now stuttering as he released his cum onto your stomach, some getting on the dress that hadn't been fully pulled off of you. His cock twitching in your hand as you continued to milk every last drop of cum out onto yourself.  

Taehyung was shaking and gasping as he pulled himself up from you.

“Holy shit.” he breathed out with a smile.  “You’re so good” he leaned down and planted a kiss on your cheek.  “I could do that all night. I bet you could too huh baby” he muttered into your ear.

He stood off the couch and buttoned himself back into his pants, then went and got something to clean you up with so you could re dress yourself as well.

You sat up and pointed to the hickey now left on your neck.  “This might be a problem” you giggled

Taehyung’s face fell in shock “OH fuck. I didn’t even realize I did that…shit.SHIT” he whispered yet still managed to emphasize the obscenities that fell from his lips.

He thought for a moment with slight embarrassment and worry on his face.

“Maybe...just tell him you scratched your neck too hard or something” He suggested.

“I really don’t think that it looks like anything but what it is Taehyung” you chuckled “But I’ll try”

Taehyung pouted.  “Yeah, lets try.  They’d be so pissed if they knew I got to you first.”

You sighed at his comment.  Like he thought of you as a fun toy that he got to play with that his brothers didn’t.  You were used to being thought of this way, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.  Men would use you for your beauty and toy with your body like a possession.  You expected him to be done with you now, to get up and leave.  But he didn’t.

“Hey sorry I got carried away.  You know none of us can think of anything but doing things like what I did when we are with you.  I guess I just have the worst self control out of all of them” he sighed “Wait...unless they have?” he suddenly realized that could be a possibility.

You laughed and shook your head “No just you for now”

“Oh for now huh?” his eyes narrowed, but his lips were pulled into a playful smirk. “Hmm. I don’t really like to share”

“Yeah no one ever does it seems” you stated, a lingering memory of your husband in the back of your mind.

“I would if it was what you really wanted though.  Our teammates like you like I do.  And as much as i’ll be jealous.  Like, really really jealous.  If it was what you really wanted…” he stared at you, his eyes filled with seriousness and honesty.

“Wait what?” you stuttered out. “No one has ever…”

“Ahh I’m not saying go rush off and fuck anyone you see.  I still want to keep what we did a secret. Namjoon’s rules and all.  I’m just saying I’d rather share than have none of you if you know what I mean”

This was something new to you.  Every man you’d been with only wanted to own you, to lock you away all for himself.  Taehyungs honest words really struck something in you that you’d never felt before.  Tears started to form in your eyes, you held them back as much as you could but one slipped out falling down your cheek.

“Hey hey, I didn’t mean to upset you.  I know you can’t help this...If you didn’t want any of this I’m so sorry” His voice filled with concern

“No it's not that,” you muttered “Taehyung you are one of the nicest men I’ve ever met. All of you are, I can tell master is good too even though he avoids me.  I’m glad that it was all of you that I got summoned to.” You smiled kindly at him “And I’m glad we did what we did”

Taehyung relaxed and leaned back into the couch.  “Ah, Good. I’m glad you’re here too.  Thank you” he added with a genuine smile. “I hope we can do this again” he winked and at that got up off of the couch.  

“I’m going to go to bed so its not suspicious, as much as I’d love for you to join me I think they’d notice”

You nodded with a smile “Goodnight Taehyung.”

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

Hello there! I don’t know if you write for all characters in Star Trek TNG? But if you do can I please get a Captain Picard x reader, where she’s a bit younger than him (20s) and feisty and he falls helplessly in love with her, just general fluff? Maybe funny bits where Deanna teases the Captain about his feelings and makes him admit them to the reader? Sorry if you don’t write for this character, but I hope you have a great day either way!

{ Picard is my favourite in TNG so I’m always glad writing about him!

This thing came out longer than I thought, hope you like it, let meknow.

Like and reblog if you appreciate my fanfictions, that’’d make me glad! }

🍵 JEAN-LUC PICARD 🍵

Love was not one of the captain’s priorities.

The very thought of loving someone terrified him, made him nervous andworried.

The only thing he had to be in love with was his ship, his job and hiscrew. Nothing else. Picard would not have been so selfish to put a single personabove all these things. For this reason, he had chosen to be a severe, reservedand cold captain. His mind had to be lucid and detached from every humanfeeling that could compromise his mind and his performance at work.

The wise words of an old Vulcan friend came into his mind, the Vulcansaid that every emotion had to be suppressed from the very start. Because theheart always lied, emotions were liars and fickle and only the mind said thetruth. Only logic was honest, objective and real.

It would have been easier if he was a Vulcan but maybe then, Picard wouldnot have been a good captain. It was thank to those human qualities, hisindecisions and emotions that he became the proud and valiant man he was. Thequalities that had earned him the respect of his crew and friends. Qualities hecould not give it up and they were beyond every kind of logic.

Other times, the captain had fallen in love but it was never meant tolast. The woman he loved had betrayed him. If it was not enough, she hadbetrayed him with that crazy man named Q. Although he was not even a man but amalevolent, lunatic, manipulative entity who enjoyed tormenting him, since Qkept using the poor Picard as his toy and marionette. After that unpleasantepisode, Picard started losing faith in love.

Maybe he just met the wrong people. The umpteenth proof that he was not builtfor this sentiment and therefore he had to let go and ignore the desires of hislying heart and listen only to his mind, bearer of truth and rationality.Nothing mattered more than his integrity and professionalism.

After all, Picard was not like Shakespeare and this epoch was different.Picard was not a poet and could not afford the luxury of romance because of thepath he had chosen.

However, Picard could not imagine that his heart could be so stubborn,cruel and mocking because it had taken him by surprise and started beatingfaster than usual. This happened when he saw you for the first time, his heartskipped a beat and he forgot his name instantly. The meeting didn’t last longbecause he hadn’t had the chance to talk to you. You had just came here and soyou didn’t know anything about the world around you or what this life meant.

You were still innocent, full of dreams and hopes, so young in thatuniform of yours, your collar almost nude of pins but your smile shone withenthusiasm. Your smile made him fall irrationally and stupidly in love.

You reminded him of one of his past loves, when he was a carefree rebeland didn’t torment himself like now. When he did not fear love, on thecontrary, he searched for it and he was used to break hearts and fall in lovewith ease.

A melancholy smile appeared on his face as he dusted the memories of thepast, sitting in his office and sipping his delicious earl grey tea.

Time passed and the meetings between you and the captain became morefrequent, even if dictated by mere coincidence and no pleasure, they wereprofessional meetings during missions and explorations. Not that he intended todeepen this relationship, his work was his most important priority but otherpeople had noticed his feelings in his place. Because he could deceive himselfbut not the friends who surrounded him especially when the said friend was anempathetic woman who was able to perceive emotions. It was hard for Picard tohide or disguise his feelings.

One day Deanna approached him to talk about the feelings he keptignoring.

“Do you still think of them, Captain?” she asked, smirking amused,because she knew more than Picard thought.

“What do you mean, counsellor?” he asked absently, he pretendednot to have understood.

“Lately, I see you lost in your thoughts, almost nervous, issomething bothering you? Maybe a person?” she said and then sat in the chairin front of his desk.

“The usual worries, nothing serious. Thanks for your interest, counsellor.”he did not lie but was not completely honest and from the confident smile heshowed, anyone would have said that no grey thought was crossing the captain’smind.

“Are you sure, Captain? I’m talking about Y/N.” Deanna pronounced yourname and Picard’s eyes went wide, his expression became serious but curious,maybe Deanna was right and, in fact, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

“How does ensign Y/N fit in this conversation?” Picard asked, seriously.

“I’ve the feeling you are very interested in them, I see youparticularly radiant every time you approach each other and you can’t stopsmiling like a child.” Her tone of voice was almost energetic, playful becauseDeanna was actually glad seeing her Captain so cheerful even though he did notwant to admit it.

“Well, maybe a little…” Picard smiled, finally, unable to hide the truthto Deanna, “But they’re younger than me. I can’t, I have responsibilities andduties, I can’t think about these youth affairs.” He said with severity andDeanna sighed.

“Interacting with your crew is your duty as well. Why don’t you invitethem to dinner?” Deanna suggested and the Captain shrugged his shoulders.

“Not that kind of duty.” Picard did not want to give up or maybe he wasnot ready, it was so hard, he could not lose himself again.

“Give them a chance and, before being a Captain, you’re a human and I thinkyou need that. You need some warm and relax, the company of someone. It doesn’thave to be a romance. You don’t have to marry them but only meet them and spendsome good time in complete comfort.” Deanna explained and Picard had no reasonto refuse it because her words made sense. He truly needed a rest and so hesighed and he agreed to her proposition.

After the conversation he had with Deanna, her mind was clearer and heunderstood that some time a man had to face the desires of his heart without betrayinghis mind and he could still be a great Captain without renouncing to his humanside, the things he craved in his heart.

[womenofletters67]

This work and specifically this section is why I love fanfic!!! While the following scene is light, jovial, emotional and soooooo so good. The first several chapters are intense in a very dark, highly sensitive way. (As with every wonderful fanfic, remember to read trigger warnings beforehand.)

In the meantime, go ahead and enjoy this lovely, hilarious G-rated Kirk/Spock scene...

"For Vulcans, family is not a right – it is a privilege. One must prove oneself to gain acceptance; to be considered a son, a brother, a friend, is not a simple process. Such an honor is conferred based on one’s ability in a range of experiences, on a gradually-built trust.

Humans, Spock has learned, take the opposite extreme.

He had long suspected this was so, but his suspicions were confirmed earlier that day, when the Enterprise had been scheduled for a brief stop over Pluto, and Spock had referred to it by its classification – a dwarf planet.

The bridge had gone suddenly silent.

“Spock,” the Captain had said, putting an arm around Spock’s shoulders. “Spock, buddy, we don’t call Pluto a dwarf planet. It’s still a planet in our hearts.”

He had not understood, of course. “You deny the validity of its reclassification?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that,” says Jim. “They’re right, it’s too small to be a planet. But we just don’t talk about it, it’s too hard, you know? Emotionally.” Seeing Spock’s face, the Captain had explained, “Look, it’s just kind of a… a touchy subject with humans, that’s all.”

“The academic classification made over two hundred years of a largely ice-composed dwarf planet is a touchy—?”

“See, there you go again! You can’t call it a dwarf planet! You’ll hurt its feelings.”

“Scientific categorizations are based on empirical criteria,” he had said, very slowly and very clearly. “If Pluto does not meet those criteria, it should not be considered a planet.”

The Captain had crossed his arms and set his jaw. “Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.”

Spock stared at him, utterly baffled. “Pluto is, as you sometimes say, a space rock. It does not have feelings to hurt. Therefore it cannot be family.”

“Sure it can,” Jim had insisted. “We got used to it being there and we were very upset when it was taken away. Isn’t that what family is?”

This philosophy is ridiculous, of course; as unreasonable as the Vulcan perspective of family, if not more so. But in a way, Spock…prefers it to the alternative.

That, in a sense, summarizes his experience aboard the Enterprise. It is unreasonable, illogical, sometimes downright bizarre, but somehow, he cannot imagine a place he would rather be. It is the only place where he does not have to prove himself in order to be accepted; the one place full of people who would miss him if he were gone.

It is home.

“Hey,” comes the Captain’s voice. “There you are. Everyone was wondering where you went.”

Spock looks at him. “Everyone?”

The Captain colors. “Well. Just me, I guess….” He looks out at the stars, and some of the ever-present kinetic energy, some of the tension of Kirk’s being constantly in motion seems to fade. “You’ve been here the whole time?”

“I have been observing Pluto,” he replies. “As an inanimate object considered a member of the ‘family’ to humans, for no identifiable reason, it is an interesting subject.”

Jim laughs. “You don’t need to go out on the observation deck to see a member of the family. You could just look in a mirror.”

Spock swallows and does not – cannot – reply, suddenly realizing that it isn’t the Enterprise, exactly, that has become his new home.

In fact, his home isn’t a place at all."

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You don't have to (Say Yes)

By luminousbeings

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Rediscovering The Vastness of John 3:16

 Everyone has seen or heard John 3:16 on football face paint, billboards, bumper stickers, t-shirts, everywhere.  It has seem to become a mindless slogan in evangelical christian culture.  When digging into the meaning and the message, we find something so grand, so majestic, so powerful, that John 3:16 has the ultimate implications for all humanity; contained in these 25 words (NASB).  For some, rediscovering John 3:16 can mean new eternal life! We see the object, expression, recipient, intention, and duration of ultimate divine truth.  The seven wonders and maximal elements of reality all contained in this one statement.

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life."

FOR GOD Much like Gen. 1:1, God exists, is present, and acts first before anything.  Here, God, out of his very nature, not compelled by anyone or anything besides himself, takes action out of his own nature of LOVE.  Coming from the Almighty Authority of the creator of the universe where there is no greater. SO LOVED Not just a moderate love; like how we love our pets or hobbies, but the ultimate selfless sacrificial love; the absolute greatest form of love, divine love, from God himself.   He SO loved!  The absolute mightiest motive - divine love from a divine nature.  This is not condoning the behavior or the desires of the object being loved.  It is separate, unconditionally uninfluenced benevolence apart for anyone or anything for no selfish intent.  Before the existence of anything, God SO LOVED. THE WORLD Jesus was speaking with Nicodemus, a Pharisee and member of the Sanhedrin who came to Jesus at night so that no one else would see him with Jesus.  He, and the rest of the Pharisees believed that salvation is only for the Jews and the rest of the world (all other nations that are not Jews) were not chosen for salvation (see Rom. 11:12; Isaiah 43:9; Zec. 9:1).  When Jesus tells him "THE WORD" Jesus is refering to the nations who were not Jewish.  He was telling Nicodemus that God's divine love was for Israel AND all the world too (1 Tim. 2:4). Thus, God's love extended to THE WHOLE WORLD.  All the people of the world.  The ultimate maximal being shows the greatest and maximal form of love to the maximal amount of people.  This love is even for those whom God knew were going to perish anyway.  Since God knows all things, knows the hearts of all people, and has seen all of time from before creation; yet, he still loves.  God is perfectly JUST and therefore his LOVE must extend to all people.  HE GAVE In his absolute sovereignty, unassisted, and uninfluenced act, he selfishly and freely gave something of maximal value- eternal value.  Why give anything?  He knew the world was perishing.  How so?  The sin and disobedience had already been judged (see John 3:17) which by necessity required an equal consequence- eternal separation at judgement.  Because God is perfectly holy, righteous, and Just; he must deliver the equally just consequence for the offense.  BUT GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE!  He gave a solution for redemption that satisfied not only his love but also his divine justice.  But it was God who had to give.  The world did not deserve it, they were unholy, sinful, and perishing.  Notice that HE GAVE and not HE SENT.  This again shows his greatest form of love in offering and sacrifice for an undeserving unmerited world.  All while the world is perishing; Paul (The Holy Spirit) expresses this perfectly when he stated "But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." (Romans 5:8). HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON He gave God The Son, the eternal heir to all glory and power for all eternity who was the perfect reflection and radiance and glory of God himself (John 8:58; Heb. 1:3; Col. 1:9,2:9).  He and the Son were one and the same (John 1:1,14, 10:30,33,36-38).  ONLY is because there, for all eternity, will and forever has been only one.  BEGOTTEN because he is FROM GOD himself.  The person, God The Son, is of ultimate and supreme eternal value to God.  Thus, he alone could satisfy God's perfect justice and love simultaneously. THAT WHOEVER Now we see John (The Holy Spirit) change the scope that this solution accounts for.  It is not THE WORLD he is talking about now.  It is conditional reference, WHOEVER.  Though the Son was offered to the world with a value that can satisfy God for the whole world, not everyone will receive this redeeming atoning gift.  Because God is perfectly loving and perfectly Just, it was offered still, knowing not everyone would receive it.  It is God's love that also allows for those who are offered the gift, to freely reject it out of their own will and desire.  None the less, the gift was still offered the THE WORLD- the absolute maximally widest welcome.  Though it is the absolute widest welcome, not all will be covered by the sacrifice of Jesus (Matt. 25:32-33, 26:28; John 10:11,15, 17:9; Acts 20:28; Eph. 5:25-27; Isaiah 53:12).  That is a very hard truth to accept but it is clear, the WHOEVER are only his sheep of the church who is the body of Christ.  Some will blast this as exclusionary and intolerant but one fact they can not escape is that this gift is offered to THE WORLD.  And due to God's love, the grants them their ultimate desire- to justify themselves instead of being justified by God The Son.  Due to God's perfect Justice, he must then allow them to perish and pay for the eternal consequence themselves without Christ.  None the less, it was still offered to all mankind. BELIEVES IN HIM This is the absolute easiest escape and relief from the pending perishing and final consequence.  Those few who receive this maximally eternally valuable gift from God, who believe in God The Son get to open this gift of faith in God The Son.  But this opportunity is hard to receive; that God himself would sacrifice for mankind.  The Jews felt crucifixion was shameful and embarrassing.  The Iliad wrote "Juno says to Vulcan: 'Dear son, refrain: it is not well that thus A God should suffer for the sake of men" (Iliad, xxi., 379,380).  Muhammad refused to accept a great prophet from God would die in such a way.  Many Gnostic beliefs refused to accept this.  Sounds to low for a god to do and sounds to easy without the assistance of effort and works.  But that is EXACTLY THE POINT.  God's free gift to the world is simply faith in God The Son that is not earned or merited through ANY kind of effort or works.  Seems too low for such a great God BUT the act of Jesus on the cross was perfect beauty planned from before the beginning of time!  It was selfless and voluntary for the absolute greatest possible good.  God ALONE is the author and giver of unconditional unmerited eternal salvation.  The Holy Spirit declares, through Paul, that we are "made right with God through faith in Jesus Christ for all those who believe" (Romans 3:22) SHALL NOT PERISH This is the maximally perfected divine deliverance from a perishing state that only leads to an eternal consequence.  The consequence is due to the perfect justice of God.  This gift redeems whoever believes in God The Son and takes them out of the state of perishing and restores them to a state that is NOT perishing.  But not only satisfies the justice and removes their state of perishing but brings them into the most perfect state of all.  The Holy Spirit declares, through Paul, "Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus." (Romans 8:1). BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE This is the priceless divine possession.  The free gift of eternal life.  Whoever believes in God The Son WILL HAVE eternal life.  This is an absolute statement.  Eternal life is something obtained and can not be lost.  It is impossible to have eternity and then later not have it, because then it was not eternal.  The eternal state of something is never ending.  And anyone who believes will HAVE it, eternally.  This is of eternal maximal divine value offered to the world from God himself.  Something that can not be bought or earned.  Of which is ONLY found in Jesus Christ (John 14:6). The Seven Wonders of John 3:16

The Almighty Authority - God

The Mightiest Motive - Love

The Greatest Gift - Begotten Son

The Widest Welcome - Whoever

The Easiest Escape - Believe

Divine Deliverance - Not perish

The Priceless Possession - Eternal life

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BRAID SOME FUCKING HAIR VULCAN KLINGON KIRA WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG I DONT CARE BRAID THE HAIR

One thing that Worf would never, ever, admit to, not even to himself, is that he liked being around children. They could be loud, rude, unhonourable, but this was forgivable. They were still just children. And if there was one thing his adopted human family had taught him, it was that all children deserved to be treated with kindness. 

Which is why, when he found Molly O’Brian sitting by herself, tucked away with silent tears streaming down her face he did not continue walking by as he had seen other adults had.

“Young O’Brian. This is not he proper place for a child your size to be.” He knew it came out gruff but he was never the best as figuring out how to ‘be kind’ in Standard. 

Molly looked up at him, her eyes wet and shining. She said nothing, just sniffed and desperately tried to stem the flow of her tears. 

Worf hesitated on what to do. He knew that her mother was off planet and her father was fixing something or another that was broken on the station. He didn’t know who was supposed to be watching her and how she had managed to slip away from them. He didn’t know why she was crying and trying so hard to not be seen doing so, even if she was failing at that last part. 

“You will come with me. I will return you to your quarters.” 

“No.” Molly said, her voice weak but her chin was held up defiantly. 

“You will.” 

She shook her head violently. “I’m not going back!” 

Worf knew that tone. Had used it when he was a child, after his family had died and he had been taken in by strangers. Had heard it when he had the rare chance to visit Alexander and the boy was still filled with grief and angry over the loss of his mother. It was not a tone he wanted to ever hear again.

“Then you will come with me to my quarters and you will explain yourself.” 

Worf tried to gentle his tone. He knew he had failed, that it wasn’t perfect, but Molly stood up. She scrubbed her face with her sleeve before reaching out a small palm. Worf didn’t hesitate this time, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do.

He reached out and gently clasped the young girl’s hand in his, gently holding it as they walked side by side to the quarters he shared with Jadzia. When they reached the living space he settled Molly on their couch, give one of Jadzia’s brain teaser puzzles to occupy her, and contact her father. 

Miles O’Brian was incredibly apologetic to Worf and promised to be there as soon as he was able to pick his daughter up. Worf was firm in his suggestion to ensure the station was repaired properly and not to rush. It was odd having a small human female in his private space but Worf didn’t find it a bad sort of odd. Just... Odd. 

Molly was quiet, even on her loudest of days, but Worf could see she was purposefully keeping her lips tight as she just held the puzzle in her hands. 

“You are not satisfied with the puzzle?” He asked her.

She looked up, not even really seeming to realize the puzzle was in her hands. “My mommy isn’t coming back.” She whispered. 

“Nonsense.” Worf told her. “Keiko O’Brian will return with the science exposition within the month.” 

Molly shook her head. “I heard her and daddy fighting. She was really mad. And now she’s not coming back and there’s another lady taking care of Yoshi.”

This was delicate ground to tread and Worf was not comfortable with anything delicate being in his responsibility. “Parents fight, Molly. But Keiko will be back. Your mother would never leave without you. As long as you remain on the station, Keiko will return to it.” 

The tears were back in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. She nodded slowly, and hope was warring with fear behind the tears. 

“What would you like to do while we wait for your father, Molly?” 

She bit her lip and shyly asked. “Can I braid your hair Mr. Worf?” 

“I am a warrior,” He started and could see the light dim in her eyes. “So you must remember to keep the braids from falling in front of my eyes. A warrior can not permit his hair to impede his success in battle. 

Molly smiled for the first time since Worf had found her. He made quick work gathering all of Jadzia’s hair ties and a few different combs. He sat gracefully on the floor before her, the objects strewn beside her on the couch. Her fingers were small and indelicate as she brushed and separated Worf’s hair.

She made several braids, unraveling and burshing them out without finishing them. But eventually she seemed to be satisfied with the style she had chosen and began braiding in earnest. Worf could feel dozens of braids taking shape around his head, the braids around his face being braided into each other again to form a strong line keeping the hair from his face. Molly had taken his words about eye sight to heart. 

Molly had almost finished Worf’s entire head when the door to the quarters slid open and Jadzia walked in, followed by Miles. 

��Daddy!” She cried happily jumping up and starting towards him before remembering her earlier upset and freezing in place.

“Molly, what on Earth has gotten into you, running off like that?” He asked, coming over and gathering her in a tight hug. 

Molly didn’t answer, looking over her father’s shoulder pleadingly at Worf. “Molly is under the impression that you and Keiko have separate permanently after overhearing an argument prior to Keiko leaving the station.”

“Oh Molly. No, sweetheart, mommy isn’t. Oh.” He picked her up and held her tight. “Mommy’s coming home. She and I had a little fight, that’s all. She’ll be home.” 

“Perhaps you and Molly can talk about this over in private with some ice cream, Miles.” Jadzia suggested.

“Of course.” Miles said, heading towards the door. “Thank you so much, Worf, for looking out for her.” 

Worf opened his mouth to say something back but the two were gone before he could make a sound. Jadzia turned towards him with a smile boarding on a smirk. “I always knew you were good with kids.” She said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

Worf said nothing, just walked over to his work station and picked up his PADD. If he still had the braids in his hair that night when he went on shift, no one saw fit to comment. At least not to his face.

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AxisDragons, Cycles and Hearts like Kings on Thrones, Countries and Conflicts. Sepher Yetzira (ספר יצירה (6:2

The problem of boundaries at the beginning of definition is so much the struggle, between different roles and faces at different stages.  Lets say, just like the self is ultimately so much it’s own self, so it sees itself only in so much reflection: the degree to which all gods and the One G-d, misrepresented as best as means something. Sometimes very often, God is synonymous with King. On the other hand, very often Kings are by definition Less than God. Less than Gods and still more than angels. The sepher yetzirah uses this term “Kings” quite liberally, although the Crown is always more the power object than the King can ever be. In this way, a King is a charachter, like on a checkerboard. In Bride of Frankenstein, a King is just another silly homunculous, developed in an alchemical broth o be a very simple and pathetically emotional thing. One of the first cartoons I ever saw was Betty Boop, dancing with a chubby sweetheart king escaped from his entourage, to play. 

It’s so good and important what a dirty word “king” is in light of liberation, as well as how awesome it is in light of how wonderful some people are when they do things for us reliably. This introduces todays triad of diads: The AxisDragon is like a King on his Throne

The Cycle is like a King in the Country

The Heart is like a King at War I’ve been looking and thinking hard and often about this rather curious poetical definition of the borders of being and subsequent Rulers-as-superfundamental-forces. There are Kings, and then There Are Kings! As if to say: There are Regions and there are Regions All Encompassing, all that ever is, was, or will be-- all of which by definition exist in Space, Time, and Sense-- It occured to me  This must be the secret of the three headed/three named One god of the Celts and Gauls: Lugus is three as one, identified conviently for us by Ancient Rome as Mars, Jupiter and Mercury, within the flag of Mercury, although i’m sure it was a rotating flag-- But why did the Ancient Hellenists, Greek and Roman alike, ultimately turn away from Mercury OR Mars as too central or commanding over the Heavens? Why give the seat of infinitiy to the Sky King? So I think the answer is here i this little Mishna: As clear as the difference between a King at War and a King on his Throne is the end of the romance with one or the other: the more war exhausts, the less a king is appreciated, the more all are sated and given they own title, role, power and authority, the more the King is beloved and identified with, in the aspect of KoRaish, (Co-Head, Co-Ruler), i.e. Dhul-Karnaim, the two horned and infinitely Romanticized. That one. This is the virtuel of the Jovial, of Tzedek/צדק, “justice”, but in the sense of socially effective, maker of peace between all forces. The Saturnine failure of The King Before (שבתי/Saturn or whoever) was to consume and all encompass being so that it would remain whole, swallowing the children as they’re born. The Sky Father/Deus-Pater instead encourages roles, establishes boundaries, nourishes and feeds, but mostly through empowerment and seed. Better on the Throne or in the Country? Or dead in the next world? This is part of the cycle: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once  I was Jupiter for Purim and my daughter was helping me make lightning out of cardboard, gold/silver paint, and tiny smoke bombs at the ends for single impact novely And I says to my daughter Thank you for helping me!  And she says If you were really Zeus you should just be shooting these out of your hands from nowhere! And I said You’re helping me make lightening like Vulcan does for Zeus She looked at me quizically and i’m like  Yeah, Zeus had Vulcan (Hesphaseus, whatever) build and hammer out the lightening for him And Hayleigh (That’s her name) snorted, dismissively

Well He must not be that good of a god he doesn’t even make his own lightening! And I laughed, nodded and said Well Sometimes the biggest accomplishment of the Highest Angel is just to get someone else to be happy to do something for free. Shazam! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Yeah, Game of Thrones, I saw the first episode of the season, my first episode ever, informed by a love of spoilers and a general sense of whatever. It was ok. I couldn’t bring myself to watch more than a minute of Ep, 2, much like my experience of Orange is The New Black, we have no time in this life for media that bores or irritates #notyourmarket. That said: I think I get it. The catharsis of seeing things go as wrong and then as not wronger as power struggles do, the conceit laid back and the naked horror of how things get (and are getting!) sure is resonant. I was struck by the library scene aspiring monk who really just wants to tell someone about the Horror that Is Coming is talked down by an old monk, who reminds him that the purpose of the library is so that humanity should remember something, and thus be kept Human. He then proceeds to ignore the problem, in the name of focusing on the work nearby. This is the fundamental critique of the Hermetic and the scholar-nerdly: alienation from true purpose by narrative. I think this is why Hellenic religion has such a curious role for its scribe-messenger-wisdom God, not at all an originative force but shoehorned up/down as “youngest of the gods” without even a primal aspect like Aphrodita or Athena. Not everyone respects buisness, a migrant seafaring conquerer people must appreciate politics.  As a child, Julius Caeser was a big deal to me, and I hardly understood at all why. Somehow also the summeriest parts of the calendar named for him and his son Augustus, I always wondered why the sweetest, warmest and most playful parts of the year were named for them, and in the end, I think it’s because, agriculturally and also, there’s so little one can do in the summer but fight or feast, and the king that can provide feast is so appreciated. But notice: Caeser is killed and not ressurected, not Solar. This is part of what is most appreciated about him. Let me explain this in the context of Star Trek: